Zena

Sweet talk makes you grin, just say perhaps, never just a candy Jane, silken wraps you've thrown, bridal days collapse, face moulded like a stone, plates occasionally spin, nothing holds you fast, makes you turn or crimp, life is what you own, if they think that crass, consider them done, you're not very slim, now time has passed, but who's the one lifting, dancing on brown chairs, singing songs that last, your eys hardly there, keep it steady or trim, your love to the gas, turn the flame an inch, make it last.